People lay out photos of old Christmas decorations and tell stories of their appearance in their homes.Some of these toys are likely to occur in your homes.Have a nice viewing.....

Our family has a small Collection of old Christmas decorations. To us they were in different ways: something has got to be inherited, something presented to the familiar, something found at flea markets. But here is this Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden is probably the most interesting story of how they have come under our tree. One daughter and grandmother went to visit an old neighbor. That started a parse every unnecessary things, got a loft of Santa Claus and threw him into a heap of garbage on output. My daughter took it and said that she will take him home, because she really, really want. Our delight knew no bounds - even a grandfather we did not have! We decided that only he will be sadly and urgently needs to find his granddaughter. A couple of weeks we ran around to different flea markets in search of the desired Maiden and then, when it was almost desperate, she finally found something - lying in a box so unhappy with disparate dishes and beaten plates. We knew - that she, the one the only grandchild! Of course it was bought and solemnly brought my grandfather. Now they do not melt one another, and their life slowly flows among the Christmas decorations - their peers. And we are very grateful to them for what they have chosen our house to stay there, hopefully for many years to come! That's the story! Happy New Year!

TheseChristmastoysgave memybeloved grandmother. Nowit isdouble-great-grandmother, andin Januaryitis 80 years old! All of mychildhoodChristmas treeswere decoratedfromthese toys...The oldest-it'sa bird, made of wool, the mostpatriotic- a ballwith a red star, the most fabulous-ontoysPins (hilarious clown, the Snow Maidenin brilliantplumageand not at allscaryBaba Yaga) .And of courseNew Year'swatch,whichturns out to bepreservedin manyof these...ToysOur familycherishes, despite the fact that over timethey losetheir luster. They arefrom the past andkeepthe spirit ofthose earlytimes.Thesetoyshave a soul! I stillbelieve inChristmasmiracles!

omplete history ofthese toys,perhaps, no one anddid not know.I remembermy motherdressedChristmas tree, and I watchedwith his feetperchedon the sofa andholding my breath,terriblyworried.After all, ifa thin threadsnaps, the toy becomes amyriadof colorfulpieces.But thethread onmy memory,neverbreaking.Since that timepassed a long time. Needleswitha coolsmell of resinoustedfrom the house ofa syntheticcompetitor. Acolorfulplasticballsare no longerafraid of anyfall.Butin a closetundera pileof all thisfestivetinsel,still preservedandcherishedbox ofold toys. "Throw this junkyou- everyyearmy motheradvises, bumping into the box.- We arestillinhisfirst marriageaccumulated.Youstillon the treeis no longerhang. "It is,of course, the rights have nothang up. Here are just athin threadof memoriesof childhoodyetstillkeepsthe toysin the house.

My husbandis agrandmother. One daywe went tovisit her,andsheasked for helpin thedismantlingof old things. On themezzanine, my husband foundan oldplywoodcase.With great difficultywe discoveredit(lockswere out of order) ...andlo and behold! There,lined withtissuepaper,lay a fewChristmas decorations! It turned outthe toysshe had boughtin Moscow, when I wentto somecourses inschool.Glasstoysin those dayswas a luxury, especially forusin the far north. Neighborsofthe housecameto admirethem!Whenhis grandmother'skidswere young,Christmas decorationstooktheir place on thetree.Butthe last fiftyyears, theylayquietlyin the suitcaseon the highestshelf.And nowwehangthem on yourtree!

When I wasin 2ndgrade(I am nowalready49 years old)in our schoolon a Christmas treehelda competitionfor the bestNew Year'scostume, I wasdressed assnowflakessewnfrommuslinmy momandChristmasbeads.I thought thatmy costumeis the most beautiful, but after acontest ofmyclothesgo unnoticed.I am veryupset.My teachernoticed it.Shewithdrewfrom the schoolChristmastreetwotoys:a little yellowteapotand a girldressed asa flowerand gave them tome, sayingI have a verynicesuit.I was delightedand was very happyandpleased,spiritsroseat once.It wasin 1967,Istill rememberhis goodteacher, whose name wasZoeStepanovna,andduring all theseyearsisthe bank oftheseNew Year's toys, they are formethe most expensive!

The history of ourtoys,funnyanda littletouching.Theywere purchasedby my grandfather, or rather barterfor a couple ofpacks of cigarettes anda "bubble":) This is the firsttoyof our family.Funnystoryby the factthat his grandfatherfor the birth ofmy mother'sgrandmothergavenoflowersand jewelry,andChristmas treeand Christmastoys!Sincemy motherwas born in theNew Year's Eve. Sothree generations of"protect" these "familyjewels".

New Year, we try as often as possibleto meetmy grandmotherin the village.In manytoysalreadyfadedpaintandtheyhave a special"old" smell out of the past. What is surprising, none of the extended familydoes not buy aChristmas treeinher grandmother'smodern toys, they all wantto seethese: unusual, shabby survivorswithgreatgrandmother'sfamily,a different event.ThisisMaidenremainedwithoutSanta Claus,butin an environmentsimilar tohertoys.

Once itwassetwithgingerbreadreindeer.Deer inthe darknessshining, it took35 yearsalone,the last one.We cherishit!

I am very proud that in my collection there are toys, I am very shore, but still use them - every year, posting on his Christmas tree, because this beauty a sin to hide in a velvet box! And I am especially pleased - very well preserved wonderful cardboard jewelry - embossed pearl paper. I liked them more than anyone, because they can be considered for a long time, to trace the pencil on paper, and also (most importantly) - they can not be beat! These cardboard toys I have a funny story related to a special - once when I was little, my parents decided to give me a surprise - and put a Christmas tree decorated to your taste elegant inflated balls and glass fairy tale characters, while I slept. But this morning I cried, not seeing their loved ones on the tree-lined fish, chickens, and especially - beloved sailboat! Parents are confused and could not understand what they done and what brought tears to my child! Then, of course, together we hung on the tree of my favorite figures - and then all at once fell into place! Memories of childhood - that's what kept these cardboard, simple, but very sweet to my heart jewelry.

It is alwaysmy most favoritetoy on theChristmas treefrom my childhoodwhen Iwanted to havea dog.Perhapsher age, even more than my grandmother.Asit appeared, we unfortunately Ido not know,butmygrandmotherdoes not remember. Keptitverycarefullyandalwayshangitonthe most prominent place.

This toygot meonmyprababushki.onaitmanufactured theimprovisedsredst. Sincethere was nothingbefore. Thiswasafter the war. Of coursewe haveit a little bitpodrestavrirovali. Sincethis is a greatmemory.Andeven nowthousands of moderntoysin stores, but for me there is nomore valuable thanthis!Toyisalmost a century!

Neskotoroetime backinvogueballswith ribbons, andmy mother decided tothrowall the oldtoys.Barelysaved, but at home only a fewpiecesoftheirspreadinyour court.As a child,my sisterwas afavorite pastimefor the New Year, one guessedwhatatoy,and the otherto ask leading questionsabout her andtriedto guesswhatthe toyconceived... Nowof courseit seemsridiculousthatfun, butit was veryinteresting, becausetreesalways putthe big, the ceilingandtoysreallyhad to lookatit.

This sweetChristmastoygodmothergave me11 yearsago!The streetwasbitter coldand wecrossback fromthe park whereskatingon icyhills andsculpturedsnowmen! Veryquaint, butin the 20-tigradusny frostIwantedice creambezmuno! I have longbeggedmeto buythe Cross"icicles", but it does not inany!I started to cry! And then thegodmothergave methis toyhad boughtin the subway! Iwas very happy!